Wurden Brand Quotes & Sayings

Viewed from the genuine abolition ground, Mr. Lincoln seemed tardy, cold, dull, and indifferent; but measuring him by the sentiment of his country, a sentiment he was bound as a statesman to consult, he was swift, zealous, radical, and determined. — Frederick Douglass

Over the years, TV has gotten so much better, especially with the advent of cable. The bar has been raised. I think HBO really set the standard with 'The Sopranos,' and then on mainstream TV, shows like 'Lost' broke amazing ground. — Nestor Carbonell

I loved gymnastics. I was eager to compete. I was hungry to go out there and be the best in the world, and I had that determination. — Dominique Moceanu

I'd like to go back to poetry again. I really, really revere good poetry. It's been my private discipline. — Alice Sebold

In my spare time, I smoke acres of weed. — Kevin Smith

Deming argued that if there are performance problems and quality defects, one needs to understand how those problems arise almost naturally as a consequence of how a system has been designed - and then fix those design flaws. Put simply, attack the problems by fixing the system, not scapegoating the necessarily fallible human beings working in and operating that system - whether or not they deserved it. — Jeffrey Pfeffer

I don't think it is important to be a role model, because if you are a role model, you are pretending to be someone else. — Zendaya

No one is better than anyone else. Some just simply don't fulfil their potential of being the best they possibly can. — S.A. Tawks

Often I say to myself "Really, what are we doing on this planet?" We are passing the message as well as we can, communicating our fears, our hopes ... Day in day out, week after week and year after year, people kill each other. — Elie Wiesel

You came back for me. You pulled a fucking knife out of my leg. What the hell did I do to get you to like me so much?" "You painted my toenails. — C.L.Stone

A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is a
panther poised in a cypress tree about to jump.
The panther is a poem of fire green eyes and a heart charged
by four winds of four directions.
The panther hears everything in the dark: the unspoken
tears of a few hundred human years, storms that will break
what has broken his world, a bluebird swaying on a branch a
few miles away.
He hears the death song of his approaching prey:
I will always love you, sunrise.
I belong to the black cat with fire green eyes.
There, in the cypress tree near the morning star. — Joy Harjo

There is nothing like a War for the reinvention of lives ... — Salman Rushdie